The Elson Readers: (Revision of Elson grammar school reader, book four)Scott, Foresman and Company, 1921 |
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... returned to the horse ; the boy was bucked off at once and hurt . The ranchman himself now leaped into the saddle ; Coaly - Bay bucked for ten minutes , but finding he could not throw the man , he tried 35 to crush his leg against a ...
... returned to the horse ; the boy was bucked off at once and hurt . The ranchman himself now leaped into the saddle ; Coaly - Bay bucked for ten minutes , but finding he could not throw the man , he tried 35 to crush his leg against a ...
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... returned to America , and from then on he spent most of his time in this country . He devoted himself to the study of natural history and especially to birds . His great work , The Birds of America , contains life - size pictures of ...
... returned to America , and from then on he spent most of his time in this country . He devoted himself to the study of natural history and especially to birds . His great work , The Birds of America , contains life - size pictures of ...
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... returned to the primitive , to the freedom of the savage , not knowing that the egg was the symbol of regen- 25 erate Nature . As a matter of fact , the flavor of these eggs was not good ; the burned shell had a disagreeable odor , and ...
... returned to the primitive , to the freedom of the savage , not knowing that the egg was the symbol of regen- 25 erate Nature . As a matter of fact , the flavor of these eggs was not good ; the burned shell had a disagreeable odor , and ...
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... Returned him not a single word . But to the house went in ; 20 When straight he came , with hat and wig- A wig that flowed behind , A hat not much the worse for wear , Each comely in its kind . He held them up , and in his turn , Thus ...
... Returned him not a single word . But to the house went in ; 20 When straight he came , with hat and wig- A wig that flowed behind , A hat not much the worse for wear , Each comely in its kind . He held them up , and in his turn , Thus ...
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... returned the nephew , gayly . " What right have you to be dismal ? What reason have you to be morose ? You're rich enough . " Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur of the mo- ment , said , " Bah ! " again ; and followed it ...
... returned the nephew , gayly . " What right have you to be dismal ? What reason have you to be morose ? You're rich enough . " Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur of the mo- ment , said , " Bah ! " again ; and followed it ...
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Page 110 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!— quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 667 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Page 282 - OBSERVE good faith and justice towards all nations, cultivate peace and harmony with all ; religion and morality enjoin, this conduct ; and can it be that good policy does not equally enjoin it ? It will be worthy of a free, enlightened, and at no distant period a great nation, to give to mankind the magnanimous and too novel example of a people always guided by an exalted justice and benevolence.
Page 319 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 107 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 54 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 111 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 132 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 107 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 137 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;